There is a small town belonging to Qingrong Mansion in Huazhou at the junction of Huazhou and Luzhou, called Qingshan Town, this town is very remote, backed by 100,000 mountains, and is facing the endless desert, except for a not too big official road, there is no other road connected with it.

Although the official road is remote, there are really a lot of people who come and go, and their identities are also varied, including serious businessmen, gang disciples, officials, fugitives, romantic singers, and some outlaws who lick blood with knives.

There is no royal law in this town, and it is common to kill people and sell goods, but the government does not care about it. It's not that the government doesn't want to take care of it, but the government doesn't dare to manage it, and the county commander of Qingrongfu has sent officials to Qingshan Town several times to rectify order, but in just a few days, those officials are lying at the gate of the county government of Qingrongfu.

Once, the county commander of Qingrong Prefecture borrowed 300 soldiers from the nearby general by some means, wanting to go to the town to thoroughly investigate the murder of the government officials, and wanted to completely rectify the order of the town.

But on the first night that the county magistrate arrived in Qingshan Town, there was an extra dagger next to his pillow, and this dagger was stuck straight into the bed, less than half an inch away from the county magistrate's throat.

The county order woke up in the early morning and was naturally afraid, so he immediately led the crowd to leave, and never dared to ask more about this town in the future, but only symbolically sent one or two officials who didn't care about things, in order to fool the errand, and over time, the people in Qingshan Town became even more lawless!

For some reason, there are often some treasures and martial arts cheats that will not appear in the outside world, so many ruthless characters on the rivers and lakes like to gather here, which also makes Qingshan Town more chaotic and more mixed.

Although there are many bold murderers in this Qingshan town, the people in the town never dare to take any offense against a manor outside the town, because they know that the people in this manor are really ruthless. If he offends the person in the house without opening his eyes, then no matter what his identity is, he is destined not to see the sun the next day.

This manor is built against the mountain, the building area is very large, occupies a circle of several miles, the vermilion gate is three zhang high, tall and majestic, and there is a stone lion two zhang high on each side of the gate, looking angrily ahead. There is a plaque with three gilt characters of Zhu Chiyuan hanging on the door, these three words are written by the dragon and snake, and the people who know how to know it are rare good words at a glance, and it is definitely from a very famous Confucian.

On this day, a group of extremely luxurious convoys came from outside the town, and most of the people in the town were not ordinary people, and it was obvious at a glance that this team of people was unusual, and even the simplest guards in the convoy were equipped with extraordinary martial arts.

After seeing the unusual nature of the convoy, most of the people in the town got out of the way, not daring to offend the team. These people all understand very well that if they offend the government, they only need to escape the pursuit of the officials and find a hidden place to hide. But if you offend such a powerful person, you really don't know how to die, and you will be found out wherever you hide.

The group soon arrived at the large manor outside the town, and when they arrived, the guards of the convoy dismounted and stood aside.

At this moment, Zhu Chiyuan's vermilion gate had already been opened, and there were rows of people standing in front of the door, these people were dressed luxuriously, wearing gold and silver, obviously their status was not low, but at this time, most of them stood there with respectful faces, not daring to make any unnecessary moves.

The more ornate carriages in the convoy had stopped in front of the manor, and the other wagons loaded with miscellaneous items had stopped aside.

The curtain of a carriage in front of the convoy was lifted, and two small heads poked out of it, and two pairs of large, clever eyes spun around curiously. One of these two little heads is an extremely handsome young man, who looks even better than a girl! His long shawl hair is neatly tied behind his head, and he has a small braid next to each ear, which is tied with a small jade buckle on the side, and it is none other than Zhu Yiwen, the young master of the Zhu family.

And the other little head is Han Ming, who is traveling east with the convoy, at this time he is a little depressed, this Zhu family convoy doesn't seem to see him, and he doesn't care about him at all, so he doesn't know how to deal with himself.

Except for Zhu Yiwen, the young master of the Zhu family, and the maid Lan'er Ping'er, he hadn't gotten along with anyone else in the past month, and the old man from Hua Zhen came to see him once, but he left without saying a few words, and he didn't have the idea of saying a few more words at all.

Before, he could pretend not to know on the road, and he had to get by, but now it's okay, Qingrong Mansion has also arrived, Han Ming is a little entangled in where he should go, he can't go east, it's completely looking for death, let alone another country, even another state in Wu State, he may not be able to go, but if he doesn't go east, there is nowhere to go!

"Forget it, don't get entangled, let's talk about it depending on the situation, it's not in the desert now, as long as there are people, you still can't starve to death!" Han Ming secretly planned.

"Wow, it's such a big manor, there are mountains behind it, there must be a lot of little rabbits, Han Ming, when are we going to go around the mountains!" Zhu Yiwen put his arm against Han Ming, his eyes widened, and he looked very excited.

Han Ming smiled slightly and replied, "Let's talk about it then!" In the past month, he has been with Zhu Yiwen all day long, and he has become a very good friend.

At this moment, a man and a woman came out of the group of people standing in front of the manor. The man's sword eyebrows and starry eyes, his eyes revealed a kind of stunning majesty, and at a glance, he knew that he was a person who had been in a high position for a long time and was in charge of killing. The woman is extremely beautiful, with a sense of nobility all over her body, and the splendid robe is surrounded by embroidery of a hundred birds singing in unison.

The man and woman glanced at each other, then walked briskly through the convoy to the largest carriage, and when they reached the carriage about half a foot in front of it, they stopped, and bowed their heads.

The man spoke: "Chiyuki bows to his father-in-law."

The beautiful woman also spoke: "Qiaoyin greets my father"

"Why, why didn't the old man come out to greet me, maybe he was afraid that I wouldn't be able to. An old voice came from the largest carriage.

"Father-in-law, my father is practicing, and he is inconvenienced, so it is not easy to greet him, so I ask my father-in-law to forgive me. The man said with some embarrassment.

"Practice, hehe, he doesn't want to see me, and I don't embarrass you, I'll go to him personally. As soon as he finished speaking, an old man with a mask stepped out of the carriage, and after the old man in the mask got out of the carriage, he gave an order to the guards beside him, and then walked directly to the manor.

When a group of people saw that the head of the Zhu family had already walked in first, they were also bustling and preparing to enter the house, and everything was in order.

Han Ming watched it for a while, thought about it for a while, and didn't know whether to get out of the car or not, and finally decided to stay in the car, it would be safer to be with Zhu Yiwen, otherwise it would be bad if he ran around and touched some taboos.

Not long after the old man in the mask got out of the car and entered the mansion, a guard came to Han Ming's carriage, and said that it was the head of the family who asked the young master to come over.

"Grandpa told me, oh, I'll go. Zhu Yiwen heard that his grandfather asked him to come over, so he went without any hesitation.

"You wait for me here, don't wander around, or I won't find you when I come back. Zhu Yiwen seemed to think of something after getting out of the carriage, and he climbed into the carriage again and said to Han Ming.

Zhu Yiwen's departure completely put Han Ming in an embarrassing situation, Zhu Yiwen took Lan'er away, and Ping'er got off the car to deal with chores, leaving Han Ming alone in the carriage.

Han Ming sat alone in the carriage, not knowing what to do, he poked his head out of the carriage and retracted his head, looking very cramped.

As time passed, there were fewer and fewer people in the convoy, and most of them packed up and went into the mansion, found their place and went their own way, even if they didn't enter the mansion, they had their own things to do.

Han Ming shook his head vigorously, forcibly calmed down and dispelled distracting thoughts, and then sat cross-legged on the bed and began to cultivate the nameless mantra in his mind, only cultivation could calm his mind.

In the past month, Han Ming's nameless verbal decision has progressed slowly, no matter how hard he cultivates, the cool qi in his body has grown very slowly.

Although Han Ming was very focused when he was cultivating, he still had some of his attention paying attention to the outside world, so when a commotion from the outside world gradually approached, he immediately collected his exercises, sat up and pretended to be fine.

"Is Little Brother Han in the car?" A weak voice came from outside the carriage, as if it was a patient who had been bedridden for a long time, and his voice was weak and seemed to be able to break at any time.

As soon as Han Ming lifted the curtain of the carriage and poked his head out, he immediately saw a middle-aged scribe dressed in green. This green-shirted scribe's face was pale, without a trace of blood, and he looked like the face of a dead man, Han Ming was startled by this middle-aged scribe, and thought that he had seen a ghost in the daytime.

"Uncle, are you looking for me?" Han Ming couldn't help but shrink his head when he saw the middle-aged scribe's face.

"Ah, yes, little brother Han, Hua Lao has something to look for you, you can come with me. The middle-aged scribe smiled at Han Ming.

The middle-aged scribe's voice was weak, but it was quite coherent and slightly magnetic, which should be pleasant if it weren't for the lack of qi.

"Hua Lao?" Han Ming said still a little unnaturally, he really couldn't think of why the faces of the living people were paler than the dead people, Han Ming thought about it in his heart and jumped out of the car, preparing to go with this middle-aged scribe in green shirts to see Hua Lao.

Han Ming guessed in his heart who this sick man was, and why did Hua Lao let such a person who looked like he was dying come to call him, wasn't he afraid that he would die without taking a few steps! Could it be that he was Hua Lao's patient? And Hua Lao had a habit of abusing patients, Han Ming was wild in his heart.

Han Ming was going to help this patient, but although the middle-aged scribe walked tremblingly, he was not slow, and Han Ming had to trot all the way to catch up, which really made him embarrassed for a while.

Han Ming followed the middle-aged scribe for a short time, almost across the entire manor, along the way there were pavilions and attics, waterscape pavilions, and stone bridges and rockeries, etc., which shocked Han Ming, a country boy who had never seen the world, he never thought that a family could have such a large manor.

After seeing the scenery along the way, Han Ming began to imagine Hua Lao's residence in his heart, and he felt that Hua Lao, with such a noble status as Hua Lao, the place where he lived must be more exquisite and more gorgeous.

But to Han Ming's surprise, the green-clothed middle-aged scribe took Han Ming to a big mountain, where there was no exquisite garden, only many herbs that exuded medicinal fragrance.

Han Ming looked at the mountain in front of him, thought about it carefully, and felt a little sudden in his heart, it turned out that this manor was built on a mountain, with only three walls, and one with a mountain as a wall, and before he knew it, he had already followed the middle-aged scribe through the entire manor.

"Uncle, where is Elder Hua?" Han Ming looked at the middle-aged scribe with some confusion, with an inquiry in his eyes.

The middle-aged scribe smiled slightly after looking at Han Ming, then turned around and bowed down to the slippery mountain wall: "Master Hua, Han Ming has brought"